Chapter 2: Dancing is just sex with clothes on!
"I can't do this...I cannot work here!" Nate grabbed onto Mello's arm anxiously.
"It ain't like you already have self respect, plus we get chicks from all around followin' us after shows."
Mello stretched his legs and cracked his well-built neck loudly. He swung his leg around the large metal bar and grasped it firmly. Mello cocked his eyebrow at the white haired teen that was standing further away from him than ever.
"I don't feel comfortable doing this..." Nate started and Mello rolled his ice blue eyes with frustration.
"All you have to do is this." Mello swung his muscular tanned leg around the pole tightly and pulled himself up. He then released one hand and swung his torso back. He then flicked his golden hair out of his eyes, a wide white grin followed and Nate blushed and hugged his exposed body self-consciously.
"I-I can't do anything fancy like that!"
"Just do what I did! If you do it well enough we might even be able to throw you on stage tonight!"
As Nate copied Mello's actions of wrapping his leg around the metal post he shuddered as he felt the hot-cold feeling of the part where the older man had been, and where no skin had brushed the metal. He grasped the bar and grunted as he pushed himself up.
"Oh! I did it!"
"All you did was push yourself up the pole. No one said anything about it being done. You're hanging to low on the pole by the way."
"Huh?" Nate scooted himself up, failing miserably.
"Fuck me dead." The blonde haired man shook his head and walked over to the struggling teenager.
"Oi. I'll give ya a hand."
"Thanks."
Mello walked behind the white haired boy and placed his hands on the other males small rear and pushed. Nate squealed as Mello held onto his ass tightly and pushed him up the pole further than before.
"Get your hands off my ass you pervert!"
"Oh~ touchy,touchy! Do we have a little virgin on our hands ne?" Mello winked as the pale boys face began to redden.
"It doesn't take much to get you all uncomfortable hey?" Mello began to fiddle with the small amount of clothing he had on searching for something. "Ah! So Nate I have to have you all fixed up and ready to run in just under two hours. Won't this be a fucking joyride." Mello rubbed his temples as he pulled out a small piece of chocolate and bit into thoughtfully. He was snapped back to reality as he heard a small squeak and a slow dragging sound. Nate's body had begun to pull itself down the post slowly, his arms clinging onto the metal for his life.
"You're completely useless. Now hurry up cause I gotta get prepared soon."
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"Oii you two! Show's bout to start!" Linda called as she pushed the velvet curtain open. "It's a full house so pucker up and sell the sex!"
Nate gulped as he watched the other men limber their toned bodies. They were god like. His thin pale chest looked miniscule compared to the others.
But they were nice at least.
"Heyy! Nate! You're up second to last! So at least if you screw up the women would be too drunk to remember!" Mail had slapped him on the back hard and Nate coughed noisily.
"I really don't want to do this."
"You earn a crap load of money when you work here I promise! Once you get on your feet you'll be a bombshell!"
"Matt stop flirting with the newbie! Give him a chance to get used to the atmosphere before you blow him away!" Linda's blonde hair was sitting on her defined face beautifully. Matt grinned his usual smiled and licked her cheek softly.
"Why would I blow him away when I could blow you?
"Get of the cocaine Matt. It's screwed up ya head. You ain't gotta chance with me ever!"
"That's not what you said last weekend!"
She flicked Mail on the forehead and began to push the blind open again. She looked at the light for a moment before she smiled at Nate with encouragement.
"Good luck kiddo."
The teen groaned.
"Don't call me kiddo..."
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"Hello ladies! And not to mention gentlemen!" Linda winked as she scanned the crowded building and was greeted with a loud cheer and a roar of wolf whistles.
"Now we all know that you have been waiting for our gorgeous men to come out and play, so why delay your satisfaction? I introduce to you a veteran around our glamorous stage, Matt!"
The crowed began to bellow as Matt wandered out onto the stage stretching his tanned legs and cracking his neck. He winked at a young woman who had thrown her phone number under his feet.
"So ladies and gents, the pole has been reserved for a short while so I may have to work the ground a little more than usual if that's fine ne?"
The crowd yelled its approval.
A slow thumping beat boomed from the speakers.
"There she goes, shakin' that ass on the floor bumpin' and grindin' that pole, the way she's grindin' that pole I think I'm losing control!"
A woman's loud voice called from the audience "I'm losing control to Matt!"
Another wide grin from the red-haired man as he slowly pulled his fur jacket off and let it slide down his toned body.
As he winked and licked his lips and began to slip out of his jeans it was almost comical the amount of blood that the spectators lost from their nose from sudden nosebleeds. If Matt ever wanted to kill a person, all he had to do was lose his shirt simple as that.
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"She clings to me like cellophane, fake plastic submarine, slowly driving me insane but now that's over!"
Mello had prepared, and his 'costume' fit with his choice of song perfectly.
'Clings to me like cellophane'?
Well they got the cling and the cellophane right.
Mello with his long legs and his toned stomach was covered from head to toe in the colourful plastic, each individual piece falling off slowly and seductively.
The blonde had his leg around the metal bar and was grinding it, the cellophane on his crotch falling off revealing a black g-string.
The audience gasped and began to chatter excitedly as Mello moaned loudly.
"So what if the sex was great? Just a temporary escape, another thing I grew to hate but now that's over!"
Mello raked his hands down his figure tearing each item from his body smoothly.
"Why~? Why do you always kick me when I'm, high~ kick me down till we see eye to, eye! She may not be Miss right but she'll be all right for now!"
Mello would never need to charm a woman. His sex appeal was ridiculous. He was the kind of man who could turn a straight man in the moment of screwing a very sexy woman, into a submissive and pleading uke.
That's a very scary power.
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Two other men had performed after the firecrackers known as Matt and Mello, if rubbing themselves on the metal bar was a performance, had eventually left Nate and another man, A-something.
He hadn't even chosen the song he was supposed to get the crowd riled up with. All he was told was that it was "The bomb." By A-something. He seriously had to background checks on people he was considering living with. Or else it would turn into something like humping a metal pole.
"Nate! I mean Near! Get your small ass out there! The mob wants their newcomer!" Linda pushed the white haired boy out onto the stage, like a deer in the headlights of a very, very large and noisy truck.
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"So, I hear that you've all been expecting our newcomer?" Nate felt the wind from the yells of the mass.
"Here he is! Welcome Near!"
Nate could feel the heat from his cheeks rush all over his body. If the blush on his face was red enough, he might turn into a complete beetroot.
The stage was an intimidating place when you're half naked and being observed by every person in the room. A fast and heavy, almost metal sounding, beat rang through the speakers. Nate froze. What the hell was he supposed to do!
"All aboard. Hit the road. All the bullshit to be ignored. Its hard to place, hit the face, cause a commotion!
Nate's black eyes scanned the club quickly as each woman and man's eyes stared at him hopefully. He then spotted a furry hood leaning against the back wall. The person with the hood flicked their head to reveal a head of blonde hair.
'Mello! What's he doing?'
Nate watched Mello rub his hand along his face and point at the frozen boy on the stage as if encouraging him to do the same.
Nate followed suit and copied the other, causing the audience to whoop and encourage him even more.
The loud music in the background screamed as Nate grinned and rolled his neck.
"All my problems make me wanna go, like a bad girl straight to video! Now my darling welcome to the show your my silver plated stereo!"
The white hair on Nate's head was messy within moments of his spidery fingers running through it, the curly locks frizzing. The lights that shone so forcefully on the teens marble white body made him sweat, causing a brilliant shiny sheen of sweat to cover him.
He didn't even care that he was pretty much naked anymore.
"Hiyde-ho. Here we go. Loss of motion no undertow. Quite a tear, quite a pair. No box office."
"Woo!" Nate yelled as the music began to play its chorus.
"All my problems make me wanna go like a bad girl straight to video, Now my darling welcome to the show, your my silver plated stereo."
Mello had continued to help Nate along by motioning that he should wrap his legs around the pole, just as practised. Mello sniggered as he saw Nate stop momentarily, contemplating this next bold move.
Nate whooped again as he strutted towards the bar. His arms wrapped the metal tenderly as he pressed his torso into it slowly, even giving a slight moan in the audiences direction.
Mail yawned as he gave Mello a slight push in the back.
"That kids doin' alright isn't he?"
"He is actually. I thought that he would shit himself on the spot when we put him out there."
"Yeah well I guess he has a bit of self-confidence when it comes down to the crunch hey? See I was so right."
"Nah you weren't. I was the one who had to grab his ass and push him up the pole."
"You would have loved that."
"So would you dickhead."
"Sorry Mels, but I still prefer women."
Nate had the whole place completely riled up. As he ground the pole, the song began to fade out.
"You're so amazing! A-a-amazing!"
The loud claps and roar from the crowd made Nate's knees almost buckle.
For the first time in his life, he was being praised for something.
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"Woah nice job dude!"
"Nice! I haven't seen anyone in a while who could almost give a woman an orgasm from just lookin' at her!"
"Ah well now we might just have to bash ya!"
Nate smiled at the complements, and as Mello walked through the doors and nodded at him quickly, Nate had to restrain himself from hugging him.
"You did well young grasshopper!" Mail bellowed as he bowed towards the teen.
"C'mon Mels, say how well he did!"
Nate looked at Mello expectantly.
Mello's blue eyes closed and his forehead creased.
Nate's hand was suddenly enclosed in Mello's larger one.
"I'm Miheal."
Bwhaha! Sorry for the long update, but my brain kind of fried and I was on holiday :P
Did you like Nate's first performance? He must think highly of himself now...oh well I'm sure someone can beat him down a bit. Fufufu.
The songs used:
Mail's song: Shake That by Eminem.
Miheal's song: Right Now(Kick me when I'm high) by S71
Nate's song: Straight To Video by Mindless Self Indulgence.
C'mon guys! Send me ideas! What would you like to see happen? :D
Till next time
Amber-lee-smiley-chanX3